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The Hand Song
the boy only wanting to give mother something
and all of her roses had bloomed
looking at him as he came rushing in with them
knowing her roses were doomed
all she could see were some thorns buried deep
and tears that he cried as she tended his wounds
and she knew it was love
it was one she could understand
he was showing his love
and that's how he hurt his hands
he still remembers that night as a child
on his mother's knee
she held him close and she opened her Bible
and quietly started to read
then seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out,
"Mama He's got some scars just like me!"
and he knew it was love
it was one he could understand
He was showing his love
and that's how He hurt His hands
now the boy's grown
and moved out on his own
when Uncle Sam comes along
a foreign affair but our young men were there
and luck had his number drawn
it wasn't that long till our hero was gone
he gave to a friend what he'd learned from the cross
But they knew it was love
it was one they could understand
he was showing his love
and that's how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
he was showing his love
and that's how he hurt his hands
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and that's how he hurt his hands
he was showing his love
It was one they could understand
and that's how he hurt his hands
he was showing his love
it was one they could understand
But they knew it was love
he gave to a friend what he'd learned from the cross
it wasn't that long till our hero was gone
and luck had his number drawn
a foreign affair but our young men were there
when Uncle Sam comes along
and moved out on his own
now the boy's grown
and that's how He hurt His hands
He was showing his love
it was one he could understand
and he knew it was love
"Mama He's got some scars just like me!"
then seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out,
and quietly started to read
she held him close and she opened her Bible
on his mother's knee
he still remembers that night as a child
and that's how he hurt his hands
he was showing his love
it was one she could understand
and she knew it was love
and tears that he cried as she tended his wounds
all she could see were some thorns buried deep
knowing her roses were doomed
looking at him as he came rushing in with them
and all of her roses had bloomed
the boy only wanting to give mother something
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| TThe HHand SSong |
| he and ong |
| hTe aHnd oSng |
| fhe jand zong |
| fThe jHand zSong |
| Tfhe Hjand Szong |
| 5he uand wong |
| 5The uHand wSong |
| T5he Huand Swong |
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| hhe nand dong |
| hThe nHand dSong |
| Thhe Hnand Sdong |
| yhe band eong |
| yThe bHand eSong |
| Tyhe Hband Seong |
| 6he gand xong |
| 6The gHand xSong |
| T6he Hgand Sxong |
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| ghe yand aong |
| gThe yHand aSong |
| Tghe Hyand Saong |
| rhe Haand Soong |
| rThe Hnd Sng |
| Trhe Hnad Snog |
| Hznd Skng |
| Te Hzand Skong |
| Teh Haznd Sokng |
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| Tje Hqnd S9ng |
| Tjhe Hqand S9ong |
| Thje Haqnd So9ng |
| Tue Hsnd S0ng |
| Tuhe Hsand S0ong |
| Thue Hasnd So0ng |
| Tne Hwnd Slng |
| Tnhe Hwand Slong |
| Thne Hawnd Solng |
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| Tbe Hxnd Sing |
| Tbhe Hxand Siong |
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